The Girl

A journal-type piece of writing exploring the feelings of 'the girl'.

The girl; she went from simply surviving, to completely and wholly adrift from everything. She went through the portal into a world of her own, one with freedom. It was full of wonderful words, some halcyon, and some hitting her with harsh moments of nostalgia like she had gone back in time. 

She watched a younger version of herself. More immature, more naive. She was happy. She was not actually looking at herself. The person standing there was a foreigner, made of simplicity, purity and complete bliss.

The girl reverted back to reality, the thing she condemned the most. Reality for her was an endless routine-a broken record player and she despised it more than anything.

 In reality, she was no longer this foreigner full of bliss, but a ceaseless muddled mess of entanglement. A labyrinth.

The perpetual sadness was in complete control. she was not haunted by the darkness, she was not followed by the darkness, she was the darkness. The depression was like a blanket covering her but she could simply not shake it off.

Reviews

[dopey]

Wow, really dark. I liked that "ceaseless muddles mess of entanglement".

[Terpsichore]

This is very good I enjoyed it

[Neha]

Thank you!